Falling Short.
Skyscraper Flying alone in an aircraft
Made of paper You're taking your home for granted
Just watch it slip through your fingers
It's melting
It's melting
It's melting.
Whiteboard Bet you write down all your plans
They're stored Against the future come to pass
A grain of sand, an empty glass
And nothing
And nothing
And nothing.
The windows They swallow you in and spit you out
You know it shows There's nothing for you to cry about
Atleast you're not trapped inside
The burning building
The building
The building.
The darkness Is riding the crest of noontide
It's your likeness There's no hiding destruction from the skies
Don't stop running and fear
The birds
The birds
The birds.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
In paradise
In paradise the lost
With trampled feet
They reached the coast
And falling breathless to the shore
They cried for peace forevermore
In paradise the lost
Were counted worthy
Of man's praise
Through ocean tides of running blood
With fingernails they held the flood
In paradise the lost
Were pierced through
By pinpricks of rage
And standing tall they took the fall
They sanctified the jungle floor
In paradise the lost
Fought on and on
Against the martyr host
Long after dreams of home had fled
They found the courage to face death
In paradise the lost
Were never to return.
In paradise the lost
With trampled feet
They reached the coast
And falling breathless to the shore
They cried for peace forevermore
In paradise the lost
Were counted worthy
Of man's praise
Through ocean tides of running blood
With fingernails they held the flood
In paradise the lost
Were pierced through
By pinpricks of rage
And standing tall they took the fall
They sanctified the jungle floor
In paradise the lost
Fought on and on
Against the martyr host
Long after dreams of home had fled
They found the courage to face death
In paradise the lost
Were never to return.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Earth, Wind, Fire.
Recovered time lapses
And sorrow strikes the sun
Shadows where the eagles
Soar, and only just begun
To feel the fealty of earth
And sky and water flowing swift
Through the toes of humankind
Thumbing for a lift.
This is the space
Look down
It greets you
And fall
This is your place
I've been trying
To meet you
To talk
We've got so much to say.
Recovered time lapses
And sorrow strikes the sun
Shadows where the eagles
Soar, and only just begun
To feel the fealty of earth
And sky and water flowing swift
Through the toes of humankind
Thumbing for a lift.
This is the space
Look down
It greets you
And fall
This is your place
I've been trying
To meet you
To talk
We've got so much to say.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The boy done wrong again
And he's lost his way
The path is bleeding rain
Beneath a sky so grey
And every footstep's tread
Just takes him far away
The boy done wrong again
The only voice he hears
Is the whimpering of pain
As he cries away his fears
Like a guttering flame
The final shadow rears
The boy done wrong again
Only noone's there
They're know he's gone insane
But he's the same lost boy he's always been
When the boy's done wrong again
It's as if he'd never been right.
Catterwauling
Blossoms scatter haphazard paths
Through the freshly dawned day
And the grasses, drenched, untrodden
Are but viridian nymphs at play
The dappled sunlight, incredulous
Innocent, cradles all in a warming embrace
And rainbows fantabulous
Drift in their arachnine snares
Life is expelled in diffusive steam
And inhaled again, with signature penned
Of rustled footsteps through foliage.
Blossoms scatter haphazard paths
Through the freshly dawned day
And the grasses, drenched, untrodden
Are but viridian nymphs at play
The dappled sunlight, incredulous
Innocent, cradles all in a warming embrace
And rainbows fantabulous
Drift in their arachnine snares
Life is expelled in diffusive steam
And inhaled again, with signature penned
Of rustled footsteps through foliage.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Apoptheosis
Still you searcht the hallways
The underlight has underlines your fate
The umbrella branches
They cradle your fall
Does no one care at all?
Where is this in the first place?
The human race is trying
It's dying for the reason things went wrong
With windows blankly staring
And rockochet is shearing
And tearing down the walls
Till noone cares at all.
Still you searcht the hallways
The underlight has underlines your fate
The umbrella branches
They cradle your fall
Does no one care at all?
Where is this in the first place?
The human race is trying
It's dying for the reason things went wrong
With windows blankly staring
And rockochet is shearing
And tearing down the walls
Till noone cares at all.
Rogue Talent Inside a Room for Two
Hiding away in fantasy lands
Other worlds drowning her
Otherworlds she never visits again
Hiding from the conversations
Filling out the dust inside her brain
She'll take it to the movies
She'll take it out on everyone around
She's growing tired of screaming
When nobody besides her hears the sound
Inside her head
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
They'll lock her up away forever
Atleast until their funding's cut
She'll wander round the urban jungle
Beneath a sky of acid stars
Among the refuse of human achievment
She'll finally see the way things are
But when the ship's gone down and you're aboard
It's better to pretend that nothing's wrong
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
The sun's up now.
Hiding away in fantasy lands
Other worlds drowning her
Otherworlds she never visits again
Hiding from the conversations
Filling out the dust inside her brain
She'll take it to the movies
She'll take it out on everyone around
She's growing tired of screaming
When nobody besides her hears the sound
Inside her head
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
They'll lock her up away forever
Atleast until their funding's cut
She'll wander round the urban jungle
Beneath a sky of acid stars
Among the refuse of human achievment
She'll finally see the way things are
But when the ship's gone down and you're aboard
It's better to pretend that nothing's wrong
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
The sun's up now.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Teenage Tantrum
Noise and silence
Jamming in my room
Sillibance and assonance
Jammed in the mute doorframe
The sun sets on a slipstream
Through parasitic gaze
As we slide gently to the floor
And breathe in the dream
I don't want to be around
When your lightbulb blows
And I won't be found
When it finally does don't you know
The light dawns on a daydream
It's just another phase
A blind step through teenage hell
We wade into your waiting grasp
And pass through the stream
And pass through the stream
To the otherside, who can tell
If we shall ever arrive?
Noise and silence
Jamming in my room
Sillibance and assonance
Jammed in the mute doorframe
The sun sets on a slipstream
Through parasitic gaze
As we slide gently to the floor
And breathe in the dream
I don't want to be around
When your lightbulb blows
And I won't be found
When it finally does don't you know
The light dawns on a daydream
It's just another phase
A blind step through teenage hell
We wade into your waiting grasp
And pass through the stream
And pass through the stream
To the otherside, who can tell
If we shall ever arrive?
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Sermons Vol. 2
These are not tears
Only blood
You have torn my heart.
Dove wings of light
Beat gently down
In a cleansing stream
I am made clean.
A disease of the mind
Bears me down
Till the gaping ground
Snatches me up.
Grace.
A watchword
For today
And the fire
In my soul.
Choose another door
Into the waiting dark
You are bruised forevermore.
Wisperchild
Of shadow wrought
Beneath a sink
A footstep's drip
Menacing through the halls
Caverns in the dark
Stretching into rooms
To claw at wide eyed terror
Shivering beneath ghostly sheets.
Amen
And renewed again
Website to the unkown
By the Bible shown
The way.
Have you fallen asleep on the doorstep of forgiveness?
These are not tears
Only blood
You have torn my heart.
Dove wings of light
Beat gently down
In a cleansing stream
I am made clean.
A disease of the mind
Bears me down
Till the gaping ground
Snatches me up.
Grace.
A watchword
For today
And the fire
In my soul.
Choose another door
Into the waiting dark
You are bruised forevermore.
Wisperchild
Of shadow wrought
Beneath a sink
A footstep's drip
Menacing through the halls
Caverns in the dark
Stretching into rooms
To claw at wide eyed terror
Shivering beneath ghostly sheets.
Amen
And renewed again
Website to the unkown
By the Bible shown
The way.
Have you fallen asleep on the doorstep of forgiveness?
Muted lighting down a spiralling stairwell
Its a war of words, a mud slinging match
We are drowning, its up unto our ears
Crying for a fallen brother crying for a dying friend
A veil of tears, a veil of tears
Muscules straining, bones about to break
Blood is draining to nothing
Straining for another breathe, straining for another day
In the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Life is streaming ever forwards
Headlights kiss the morning sky
Freefall for a thousand seconds freefall for a thousand lifetimes
For the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Will you look down?
Will you look down?
Will you see?
It is torn.
Its a war of words, a mud slinging match
We are drowning, its up unto our ears
Crying for a fallen brother crying for a dying friend
A veil of tears, a veil of tears
Muscules straining, bones about to break
Blood is draining to nothing
Straining for another breathe, straining for another day
In the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Life is streaming ever forwards
Headlights kiss the morning sky
Freefall for a thousand seconds freefall for a thousand lifetimes
For the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Will you look down?
Will you look down?
Will you see?
It is torn.
Sermon Outlines
We are flying on eagles wings
Can tomorrow bring another dying?
We find another golden
Moment.
The curtains dripping
From their torn open sources
In the past, the past.
Is this my writing
Or am I shaking so
Because emptiness
Has swallowed me whole?
Running in circles
Turning to face
A century of illusion
Flashing on the screen
And we bow to leave
I'm not listening. I'd just miss the point.
I'll flee the future In jealous counterpoint
To the past, to the past
We'll cut through the clouds
On our interstellar course.
Ilustrate God's grace
On pen and paper
And I will follow
God knows our best
Thoughts and our worst
Lies and still gives us
His time...
We are flying on eagles wings
Can tomorrow bring another dying?
We find another golden
Moment.
The curtains dripping
From their torn open sources
In the past, the past.
Is this my writing
Or am I shaking so
Because emptiness
Has swallowed me whole?
Running in circles
Turning to face
A century of illusion
Flashing on the screen
And we bow to leave
I'm not listening. I'd just miss the point.
I'll flee the future In jealous counterpoint
To the past, to the past
We'll cut through the clouds
On our interstellar course.
Ilustrate God's grace
On pen and paper
And I will follow
God knows our best
Thoughts and our worst
Lies and still gives us
His time...